"Mmph!"
Alusair pressed one hand against her lower abdomen. A deep flush gradually spread across the Princess Regent's usually cold, aloof, arrogant face, then rapidly swept from her lower abdomen through her entire body.
Hot, burning, chaotic.
Confusion clouded the Princess Regent's expression. She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to fight the sudden tide with reason.
Why now? It only flared up four days ago!
This was why she had avoided making frequent public appearances since becoming regent. If this happened at an unfortunate moment, she would be in trouble. With her current strength, she could not control herself.
"Your Highness?" Aaron slipped an arm around Alusair's waist and helped her up. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
His gentle, refined figure moved like lightning. Aaron reacted faster than ever before. The Blackstaff Ceremonial Officer appointed by the princess practically flew to her side, "serving despite illness," "disregarding life and death," and "giving his utmost." One hand naturally encircled Alusair's waist while the other supported her arm.
What a Purple Dragon Knight, loyally protecting his sovereign! What a trusted personal attendant! Aaron's actions truly embodied the meaning of "loyalty."
Yet the moment Aaron touched her, Alusair's heart began pounding violently, and her vision blurred. Smelling the pleasant citrus fragrance wafting from him and seeing the concern on his handsome face, she felt as though some switch had been flipped.
Whether it was the warming weather of early spring or the power of the Great Wyrm Red Dragon's blood, waves of crimson spread over Alusair's cool, flawless face, as though it had been steeped in flame. Her wine-red eyes grew misty, pink heart-shaped halos shimmering within them, as though tears might spill with a single blink.
"Your Highness?" Aaron held her tighter. He pressed one hand against her lower abdomen through